Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.